Shibboleth from Savoir Vivre by Gig Culture

Born bursting out
From gilded cocoons
And suckling on that
Poppy slit’s
Waxy milk of residue
Who held the blade
With fame did slice
Stains the lips
Enshrouds in white
The dripping skull
Neglected crown
A gifted static halo
For the live stream
Baby shower
Yeah you gave that
Pixelated halo
To the baby shower

Moonchild faberge codex gigas
Shibboleth sanity supplements
Thesis
Moonchild faberge codex gigas
Shibboleth sanity supplements
Thesis

Gust which lash the polaroids
Of lovers on the dome
They make them move
The tattered corners
Lick and moan
The crib becomes
The slaughterhouse
The masses melting
From the womb
Of culture all are one
Are whipped right
From the start
Are pacified
Are smoked like
Bees in honeycomb
My one
My son
The last to know

You’re the moonchild
You’re the moonchild
You’re the moonchild
You’re the moonchild

Moonchild baby
Why you looking blue?
The gaze of the loving world
All falls back to you
And
Moonchild baby
Why you looking blue?
The gaze of the loving world
All falls back to you

And
Rupert’s eyes are my eyes
Rupert’s eyes are my eyes
Rupert’s hands are my hands
Rupert’s hands are my hands

And
Rupert’s mouth is my mouth
Rubert’s mouth is my mouth
Rupert’s tongue is my tongue
Rupert’s tongue is my tongue

And we use it
To lick you clean of sin
Because we thought you
Liked it moonchild
Read that codex gigas
While you can
And
Speaking shibboleths to friends
And
The press is waiting
On your doorstep
For your last releases
And the thesis
And the thesis
And the thesis
And the thesis
Which you leave us with
Is death

Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth
Shibboleth, shibboleth

• Alternative
• post-punk
• Hobart